THE NEXT EVENING, AFTER a great dinner and fantastic s*x, we are lying in Danny's bed. "Why did you punch Rob?" she asks out of nowhere. Rob is d**k-face, and I don't like her even saying his name. I fight for control because I'm behaving like an i***t.
I'm not sure how to explain it. Explaining feelings for guys is like having your fingernails pulled out by the roots. Danny deserves the truth, though. "I'm jealous. Hell, I was jealous back when you dated him. That night, the night I punched him, you wouldn't speak to me, and had sidestepped all my plans to get back into your good graces. When he opened the door, I lost it." This next part is seriously hard to say, but I bite the bullet, "I owe him an apology."
This revelation is met with silence for several long minutes. When she replie
